Don't you hate going to a nice restaurant, maybe for a special occasion, and somebody's child is misbehaving?

I think I'm becoming shopping-challenged. Today I drove to a mall AND went to the trouble to park quite a long distance from the entrance in order to park under a little tree that looked about like a cane fishing pole with a little clump of leaves on top.

I was the only car in that whole area of the parking lot when I went inside. When I came out some doofus in the biggest truck I have ever seen had parked so close to my car it was almost impossible to get the driver's side door open enough to squeeze in.

Then I drove to the grocery store and when I came out I somehow (my keys were in my slack's pocket) set-off the alarm like someone was breaking into my car! I guess I pressed the "Panic Button" with my purse.